0 comments/ 43926 views/ 0 favorites Willing Slave Ch. 1 By: Tonguelasher This is my first submission (no pun intended). Look for parts 2-4 and let me know what you think. * * * * * It had felt like a big risk. He wasn't sure how she would react. Would she be disgusted and turned off, or would she find it a fun diversion to reinvigorate their sex life? He had spent a long time in the adult section of the video store trying to find just the right one, sexy enough to titillate, but not too raunchy. Finally, he found one with a collection of short vignettes: one about a Victorian gentleman and a kitchen maid set in an old European manor, another about a woman who treats her mechanic to her charms in the back office of his garage, and a third about a woman who catches her neighbor spying on her and turns him into her "boy-toy", having him pleasure her while never returning the favor, but allowing him to relieve himself while she watched. It seemed like a good mix that might intrigue and ignite some part of her libido. It was with a dry mouth and a shaky hand that he pushed "PLAY" on the remote control after they got into bed together. He lay quiet while the movie began to play, wondering what she was thinking. When the title came up, she looked at him out of the corner of her eye, but didn't say a thing and then returned to watching the television. During the first vignette when the young kitchen maid kneeled in front of her employer and began to suck his penis, he felt her hand reach over and gently stroke his semi-hard erection. The film was having the intended effect. By the time the credits rolled, they were making passionate, sweaty, skin-slapping love with her groaning "yes!" to his every stroke until he unloaded his release into her. Afterwards, they lay in post-coital repose, he stroking her hair and running his hands down the length of her back, her skin cool in the night air. As they whispered about the video, she admitted that she had been very aroused by it and that she loved that playful, adventurous side of him that would take that risk. Asking her what she liked most about it, she said she got turned on by the last story, the one about the dominating woman and her male plaything. Interestingly, though, not because she harbored fantasies of being in control of a "willing slave" but, quite the opposite, she had dreamt of being helpless herself, unable to control the situation and not responsible for her actions, the ultimate freedom through discipline. This response, quite unexpected, sent his mind reeling. For the next several days he luxuriated in fantasies of leather collars and satin ropes, playful spanking and tickling, of unbridled pleasure. Then, he devised a plan to take their new found fantasy to the next level. He sent her an e-mail at work, where he knew she would read it, that said simply: "Clear your calendar for this weekend and your mind of any preconceived notions. Starting Friday night when you arrive home I am in complete control of your destiny. Your Master." When she read it she was confused, questioning and curious. Arriving at home, he avoided any discussion of the mysterious message, saying only that she'd have to wait and see. Now it was HER mind that reeled. What would he do to her? Tie her up? Blindfold her? Would he "force" her to do things against her will? By the end of the week, she was giddy with anticipation. At the end of the interminable day she rushed home with wonder of what was in store. After a delightful meal accompanied by champagne, he invited her to a restful and refreshing bath, the bubbles giving off the scent of her favorite bath oil. As he gently soaped and scrubbed her back and shoulders, she said, "Gee, this being a love slave isn't so bad. I could get used to this." He just smiled and said nothing in return. They retired to the bed, she still naked from the bath. As they embraced, he kissed her along her neck and under her chin. This always got her juices flowing. She reached for his cock but he grabbed her hand and stopped her. "I did not give you permission to touch me like that," he snapped at her in a voice that was almost too stern. "Because you are just being initiated, I will let that first transgression go unpunished. I'm sure you are grateful for my leniency." "Yes," she replied, trying desperately to keep from laughing. She hesitatingly added the word "Master". It sounded strange, but now the tone was set. She knew that he was in charge. He stroked her breasts and ran his thumb over her nipples until they responded. He slid his hand down over her belly and into the tuft of hair below her navel. He wormed his middle finger between her legs and found her moist to the touch. "Hmm, I see my slave is ready for the weekend. This is good." He found her clitoris with his finger and began to gently circle it while it engorged with blood. Not allowed to touch him in return, she lay back, closed her eyes, and opened her legs a little. She began to move her hips against the rhythm of his finger. All of a sudden he kissed her on the cheek and removed his hand from her crotch. "Good night, sweet slave. I hope you enjoy this weekend as much as I'm going to." And with that, he rolled away from her. What?! She was shocked. Was he just going to leave her hanging? Her attempts to entice him back were rebuked. There was nothing else to do. She waited until she could hear the slow, rhythmic breathing of his sleep. Reaching down to the cleft between her legs, she began to massage herself, planning to finish what he had started. She circled her clit, slowly at first, then faster as her orgasm began to build. She dipped her finger into the folds of her pussy to moisten them before returning her attentions to her clitoris. Just as her climax began to rise, she felt his hand grab her wrist. She froze. "Did I give you permission to come? Have you forgotten who's in charge here? Now be a good girl and go to sleep." His voice was calm but clear. She retreated her hand and apologized, "I'm sorry, Master, it's just that you made me so hot ..." But he ignored her pleading. Eventually, she rolled over and fell into a fitful sleep. * * * * * To Be Continued... Willing Slave Ch. 2 She awoke early, before the light had begun to invade the room. Her dreams had been intense, with images of writhing bodies, hands, mouths and genitals. They had left her hungry for more. Quietly rolling back the covers, she saw him, her Master, asleep but with a morning erection clearly visible under his shorts. She slowly positioned herself over him and, carefully (so as not to wake him just yet) peeled the waistband down revealing his cock, upturned and rigid. She considered how to proceed: should she slowly lick the length of it, enticing him awake, or should she launch a surprise attack by engulfing the whole thing in her mouth? She lowered herself and clamped her lips around the top of his shaft, letting the purple head rest on her tongue for a moment, before swooping down on his shaft until her nose was tickled by his pubic hair. It was no more than two or three strokes up and down before he began to stir and moan. He reached down and began to stroke and play with her hair while she continued to suck him, varying her techniques from licking, to stroking , to mouth-filling sucking. Now fully awake, he repositioned himself so she was kneeling comfortably between his legs. "Mmm... good morning Slave, that's good, that's a good way to start the day." He put his hands on her head, still running his fingers through her hair, but now guiding her mouth down more forcefully on his turgid cock. He pulled back the hair from the side of her face, and when it fell, he pulled it back again. She glanced to the side and realized he was clearing the view of his cock in her mouth in the full-length mirror by the bed. "Are you watching me, Master (she almost forgot to add this moniker)?" "Yes, Slave, I'm watching you suck me. I love the sight of my cock disappearing into your mouth. You look just like a little porn star." She wanted to see for herself. Releasing his cock and replacing her mouth with her hand, she looked over at the mirror. There she was kneeling over his erection in her hand, her breasts hanging free. Her ass was sticking up, waving wickedly in the air. There was something slightly raunchy about her body language, but she loved it. It made her feel powerful. Taking her cue from his analogy to a porn star, she returned to sucking his cock, but this time, like the girls she had seen in the adult videos, she looked straight up, daringly, into his eyes. He looked down and met her gaze. She stared him down, never flinching, while she sucked and stroked his cock. He broke the gaze first, closing his eyes, letting her know his climax was impending. Taking just the crown of his cock in her mouth, she wrapped her fingers in a ring around his shaft and began to quickly stroke him up and down. She felt him tense, then relax and exhale with a groan, as he flooded her mouth with his orgasm, the salty, sticky liquid coating her tongue and throat. She continued to suck him until his cock twitched involuntarily in her mouth. She snaked up his body and hungrily kissed him, forcing her tongue into his mouth. He tasted his own come on her tongue and found it intoxicating. He stroked her back and fondled her ass, that ass that she had been waving in the air like a dog in heat. He remembered how he loved her ass, how he loved to play with it, to stroke it, to grab it. He remembered how he liked to lie her on her stomach and knead her buttocks and lick the crevice between them. He liked to lick the rim of her ass until she relaxed and he could push his tongue part way into her. He liked to playfully bite her cheeks or give them a sharp slap while he pushed a finger into her cunt. "Well, Slave, I see you are learning quickly to obey and please your Master. I think it is time to begin the formal part of your initiation." He got up and went to the bathroom. She lay back wondering what he had in mind next. Presently, he came back with a bowl of warm water, a towel, baby oil, shaving cream and a razor. She knew immediately what he had in mind. He sensed her resistance. "Remember, I am in complete control. You know I would do nothing to harm you, but you have to trust me." Begrudgingly, she lay back and offered herself to him. He began with a pair of scissors, snipping her pubic hair quite short. Then he coated the remaining stubble with a palmful of baby oil, soaking her pubis and letting it dribble down on to the folds of her sex. Topping the oil with shaving cream, he dipped the razor in the bowl to warm and lubricate the blade. Starting at the top of her triangular patch of hair, he gently drew the razor down. The blade cut right down to the skin level. She felt the steel against her skin. The dangerous tingle of the razor against bare skin was exciting to her and she began to feel her own moisture mix with the oil. Quickly the patch of hair was almost gone. Spreading her legs wide, he carefully applied more shaving cream around her lips. Then carefully and gently, he cleaned away the hair that surrounded her opening. Giving the whole area a careful second pass, he coated her now denuded skin with another handful of oil, generously rubbing it in and around the folds of her sex. "Now you are just like a young girl, fresh and new. This symbolizes your innocence in the ways of obedience and discipline. From now on you will keep yourself shaven for your Master. Come feel how smooth it is." And taking her hand he invited her to run her fingers over the naked skin, to explore the satiny feel of her pussy. He watched as she ran her fingers down her slit and back around the smooth sides. She played with the outer lips, splaying them a bit for his admiration. "Your pussy is beautiful, slave." And lowering his mouth he licked the baby-smooth skin of her sex. She withdrew her hand and let him replace it with his tongue. He licked up and down where her fingers had just been. The feeling was like licking a warm popsicle, smooth as ice, and her juices began to melt down on his tongue and mouth. With his tongue he found her clitoris, hiding under its protective hood. Drawing it between his lips he danced around it with the tip of his tongue. He rubbed his nose on her smooth mound. He began to run his nails lightly along the backs of her thighs and across her belly. Her breasts began to heave as her breathing grew more rapid with her oncoming orgasm. When he pushed a finger past the opening of her lips she began to squirm and move her hips against his hand trying to force him in deeper. He withdrew his finger, causing her to protest in frustration, and began to tickle her ass, the ass he loved to play with so much. Wanting to be filled, she relaxed her muscles and he pushed his finger, now slick with her excitement, into her ass while he continued to lick and suck at her naked clitoris. With that, the dam broke and her climax flooded over her entire body, causing her to convulse and spasm with sensation. As her orgasm subsided he gently licked and kissed her sex until she urged him away from it. "Thank you; that was wonderful." "Excuse me? What did you say?" "Thank you, Master. Thank you for letting me come." "You are learning quickly. The more you trust me, the more you will submit to my bidding and the more pleasurable the learnings will be." * * * * * To Be Continued... Willing Slave Ch. 3 It had been an almost unbearably long day after their morning adventures. The Master had been extremely attentive to his Slave all day, telling her how beautiful she was, how sexy she was. He had told her to stay naked all day, that he wanted to be able to admire her body always. The only thing she wore was the gold chain he had wrapped around her waist and fastened with a tiny gold padlock that hung just below her navel. "Just to remind you that I hold the key to your future," he had said to her. He loved watching her. He loved the way her full breasts swung free. He enjoyed the way her rib cage curved down to her waist and how her hips flared out. He especially admired her from behind, her full, round bottom swaying as she walked past him. At times, he couldn't restrain himself, and he would walk up and wrap his arms around her from behind, nuzzle her neck, "God, I love my Slave," and grind his penis in between the cheeks of her ass. Sometimes he would run his hands up her belly and squeeze her breasts like ripe melons. This was obviously more for his pleasure than hers; he clearly loved feeling her tits like a pimply-faced teenager getting his first grope. Still, she loved the attention, and the feeling that she was on display for him. He may have been in charge, but she loved the effect she was having on him. She might reach behind her and try to fondle his semi-hard erection, but he would maneuver himself away, not wanting to get too turned on himself. But that didn't mean he couldn't do that to her. Pinning her against the wall, his mouth hungrily kissing hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, he would reach down and gently run his hand over her newly smooth mound, almost like he was carefully polishing the fender of an exotic sports car. He would push past her pubis, and she would part her legs slightly. There he would find her slick with anticipation. He might tickle the folds of her naked lips, or maybe introduce his finger just up to the first joint, or, if she were lucky, he might massage her clitoris for a minute. Never enough to bring her to climax, just enough to keep her interested. To while away the long afternoon he suggested a sunbath. She lay her naked torso out on the deck chair, stomach down. He knelt down beside her and poured a generous portion of suntan lotion in his hand, some of it dribbling down on the small of her back. He rubbed the lotion up and down her back and it warmed her skin as it began to absorb the rays of the sun. After covering the backs of her legs, he began to knead lotion into her buttocks. Then he held the bottle high over her ass and let it slowly drip out, one blob at a time, and splat! in the crack between her cheeks. She clenched her cheeks against the tickling sensation, but he got her to relax her muscles by massaging them and rubbing the lotion into her skin. Her mind drifted as his hands moved over and around the mounds of her behind. Then, SMACK! The smart slap of his hand jolted her back. "Ouch! Hey,. . .!" It didn't really hurt as much as it had just surprised her. "Shhh. Your Master did not give you permission to speak." He rubbed the spot he had just slapped on her right cheek. Then, SMACK again, this time on her left. Still not hard, but even so she involuntarily tightened her muscles. This proved to be a mistake, because the next fall of his hand stung like a brief brush with a hot pan, just for a moment, before he soothed the skin with his lotion-coated palm. He knelt over her and swabbed the reddening hand print with his tongue. The wet softness of his tongue seemed to draw away the smarting. She waited in nervous anticipation. It was just a brief moment before his palm landed flat on her skin, instantly expelling any cushion of air with a loud snap. She bit her lip as she felt a gathering warmth where he had spanked her. He pushed his knee between her thighs, opening up her anus to him. He dragged his tongue down the cleft of her behind and licked the rim of her ass. The sensation shot straight up through her spine, into the base of her brain, and back down into her pussy where she felt her dampness beginning to seep. This had an immediate eroticizing effect, linking in the ancient pre-language lobes of her mind the sting on her backside to the immediate relief and heightening of her arousal. "A slave needs to be occasionally reminded of her place, of who is in control, don't you think?" "Yes, Master." But she closed her eyes and waited for the next delicious attack. Soon enough, he obliged and the sound of skin on skin sang out. The warmth spread across her behind. He ran his finger along her wet slit and then slid it deep into her. Her wetness ran out over his fingers. She raised herself up on her knees, pushing her ass into the air. Once again he brought his hand down on her buttock with a loud smack. She clenched then let go as his tongue tickled her ass until she relaxed and he pushed it past the opening of her rear passage. He slid another finger in alongside the first. Her pussy was wet and warm inside. Her stomach muscles rippled, her breasts shook where they hung down, and she buried her face in the crook of her arm as her climax erupted up through her body. For the next half minute the muscles of her cunt clamped down on his fingers as she drove herself back against his hand and tongue and she shook with spasm after spasm of release. Then, there was just the sound of her ragged, cotton-mouthed exhaling as her breathing tried to find its natural rhythm again. Her skin was covered in a sheen of sweat. An exquisite warmth radiated from her ass. He withdrew his fingers from the folds of her sex and swiped the wetness over her reddened skin where it cooled and soothed it. Never had she thought she would venture into the dark world of dominance and submission or explore the weird yin and yang of pain and pleasure. Never had she felt more out of control, more controlled, more disciplined, or more free. And never had she imagined how wonderful it would be. Willing Slave Ch. 4 Please read parts 1-3, then after reading part 4, tell me what you think. * * * * * After her first experience with physical discipline and the orgasm that accompanied it, she had desperately wanted to return the favor to her Master, to pleasure him the way he had her. No, the truth was she wanted nothing more than to fuck his brains out. But she knew that would be improper decorum for a slave. She couldn't just announce that she wanted him to ram his cock into her up to the hilt and to thrust savagely until he filled her. No, she couldn't act that brazen even if it's what she felt on the inside. She would have to approach him much more beseeching manner. She wouldn't be reduced to groveling, she thought, her Master wasn't like that. He wouldn't make love to her out of pity. But she would have to entice him to give her what she wanted because it's what he wanted. The subtleties of control and shifts in advantage in their new sexual chess game were fascinating. "Please, Master, let me please you now," she whispered in his ear, her hand reaching for what she was sure would be a powerful hard-on. "Allow me to minister to your desires." The words still sounded strange coming from her. They felt like struggling with a foreign language. No, they sounded like the laughingly bad dialogue in one of the adult videos they liked to watch. Still, it was fun if she could keep a straight face. The more she got into the role of slave, the more fun it became. While many people profess to be turned off by such games of domination, the truth is it's one of the most common of fantasies. To give yourself over to the one you love, to trust that person completely, to want to do for that person whatever they can imagine, to find receiving in the giving, that is the gift of the slave. "You want to please me, Slave," he asked, allowing her to stroke his erection through his pants with the flat of her hand. "Yes, Master, whatever you wish." He thought about this for a time. The time had arrived to take their game to the next level. Success in the role of Master came by carefully monitoring the level of desire on the part of the slave. She (or he) had to be brought to the limit of their willingness and then, just a little bit further, into unknown territory. As long as there was pleasure, or at least the promise of pleasure, it was always a joyful trip. To help push back the limits, to create the freedom to explore by imposing control, to provide the security of responsibility, that was the gift of the Master. "What I wish is to see you lying spread eagle on our bed, bound at the corners, unable to move or resist while I enjoy every square inch of your beautiful body." He led her by the hand to the bedroom where she lay back against the pillows. He kissed her mouth, her earlobes, her neck. He held her wrists above her head in a position of mock restraint. They had dabbled in very simple bondage games before and she liked how powerful he felt when he held her down like that. In the ebb and flow of real life there were times he didn't feel so powerful, she knew that about him (about herself too, for that matter). But she liked to see her lover in that way and it felt good when he took charge. It made her feel taken care of and admired. She knew it made him feel powerful too and that always made him a better lover. He licked her underarm as he stretched her left arm out wide. Slipping the restraint over her hand, he cinched it down on her wrist and snugged the velcro fastener. The wrist band was about two inches wide, lined with soft synthetic fur. The ties had been previously arranged and secured to the bed frame. She tugged at the bond to test it and found that any resistance only deepened the hold of the hook and loop fastener. He bound her right wrist in the same fashion. Then retiring to the foot of the bed, he held her foot in his hand and nibbled and licked at the sole (this always made her jerk spasmodically), before slipping the shackle over her ankle and securing it. When he had finished her other leg he stood back to admire his trophy. The complex curve of her underarms as it flowed and twisted down to the swell of her breasts. Her long legs stretched wide. Her shaved sex gaped open, inviting his gaze. He admired the junction where her thighs met her pelvis, her pouting labia, the little nooks he had licked a thousand times before. There she lay, open and vulnerable. "You are so beautiful, Slave." His eyes wandered over her body. His appreciation embarrassed her a little and she wanted to cover her nakedness. She closed her eyes to avoid his wanton stare. From under the pillow he produced a blindfold which he secured around her head. This one was large enough that there was no way for her to peek. The inside was covered with the same material as her restraints and felt like a fur wrap on her eyes. "They say that deprivation of one or more of the senses heightens the others," he said by way of explanation, though no explanation was necessary because what was she going to do? Say no, get up and leave? Hardly. She began to explore her dark universe. She was acutely aware of his weight on her. Of his lips on her neck again. Of his finger tips as they played lightly along her sides causing her to twist and squirm in a wasted effort to escape. And she noticed the residual heat still radiating from her ass where he had spanked her that afternoon outside. It was like the dying embers of a raging fire, still smoldering and warm, no longer hot enough to burn. He suckled at her breasts, tugging her nipples between his lips. Then she felt him straddle her midsection, not putting his full weight on her stomach. He leaned forward and she felt his cock in her cleavage. Gathering up her breasts with his hands, he enveloped his erection in their soft tissue. He began to slowly stroke between her breasts while he kneaded them and toyed with her nipples. "Does this feel good to you, Master?" She had almost forgotten to say anything as she reveled in the sensations. "Yes, Slave, this feels very good. I like watching my cock disappear in your breasts." He began to pump a little more earnestly now, jutting the head of his erection toward her chin. They had never engaged in tit-fucking much over the years, but he seemed to be really getting off on this. How far would he take it, she wondered. She imagined him coming between her tits, spreading his warm goo on her chest. Then she hoped he wouldn't waste himself like that; she didn't want him to be spent too soon, not before he fucked her, because now she was aware of just how wet she was between her legs. She could feel the moisture of her arousal seep out and dribble down the crack of her sex. With her legs tied tight, she couldn't even press her thighs together to stimulate herself. At best she could try and squeeze the muscles of her pussy to increase the sensation. God, she hoped he'd fuck her soon. Letting himself up, he got off the bed. She heard him move around the room, wondering just what he had in mind next for her. The next thing she felt was the smooth glide of silky material across her chest and down the tops of her thighs and shins. He drew the satin shawl down the length of her body. Then he toyed with it like a marionette, letting just the fringe dance along her skin. It felt like ten thousand tiny caterpillar legs crawling down her and made her shriek with delight. He dragged this up and down her until she got used to the sensation and began to coo with satisfaction. Next came the rabbit fur mitt. He started at her wrists and ran it in an uninterrupted line down the inside of her forearm, along her side and back up the inside of her thigh, gliding over her sex and lighting on her nipple, before repeating the pattern down her other side. The fur itself was cool but his hand inside was warm on her skin. He massaged her neck and ears with it. Then she felt his soft hand slide down between her parted legs. Through the mitt his middle finger groped, trying to find her clitoris. When he did, she cried with a breathy moan, "Yes. . ." She strained against her bonds trying to push herself against his hand. "Does my slave like this?," knowing full well the answer already. "Yes, Master, I love it. I'm so hot I just want to come." "Not yet, Slave, it's not time yet. There are other sensations for you to experience before we get to that." What else had he dreamt up for her to experience in this helpless state? In the dark of her blindness her mind grasped for the possibilities. Suddenly he placed his hand on her breast and her nipple burned with fire. No, not fire, but ice. She gasped and arched her back away, trying to twist from the cold. But he held the ice cube to her nipple. As it melted against her warm skin, the droplets ran down the side of her breast and soaked into the sheet beneath her. The skin of her dark areola crinkled and her nipple turned hard like a pencil eraser. Her sensitive skin began to go numb from the cold when he pulled off the ice and placed his mouth over her breast. His tongue was hot as it swabbed her nipple. At the same moment he dropped the ice cube and plunged his chilled finger into her hot folds. The sensation of hot and cold together was electric! While he sucked her tit his finger pushed deep inside her and she could hear the squishing sound of her desire as he squirmed his finger inside her pussy. God, if only he'd go down on her or put his cock in her or something, anything! Then she heard the buzz. It was an electronic buzz, almost like his moustache trimmer, but she knew there was nothing left for him to shave (that thought made her laugh to herself). Then she realized what it was when she felt the tip of the dildo at her opening. Yes, she thought, yes, push that thing inside me. Give me relief. Let me come on it. He slowly pushed the vibrator into her pussy. It wasn't overly big, but it had good action and sent wave after wave of sensation through her loins. He pulled back on the fake cock and wiggled it around a bit, first letting it land on her swollen clit, then down her wet slit until it almost tickled her asshole. Then he slowly slid it back inside her. "Now there's a sight, Slave, watching this vibrator slide into that beautiful cunt of yours. I love watching it disappear into the folds of your pussy. It must be like what a real cock looks like when you spread your legs to take one in." She imagined what he must be seeing as he pushed it into her to its limit. The dildo buzzed and hummed gently inside her. Then she felt him snap the leather belt around her waist. Groping under her ass he brought the leather panel up and snapped it to the front of the belt. This garment now held the vibrator firmly in place. As she lay there, unable to move, the battery powered phallus quivered continuously inside her. "There. I think I'll leave you two to enjoy yourselves in private for a while." And with that he got up and crossed the room to the door. The next thing she heard was the closing of the bedroom door followed by the drone of the toy in her crotch. She had no idea how long she lay there. Five minutes? Thirty minutes? An hour? She couldn't even gauge time by her response to the stimulus. Rather than rising to a crescendo, her sensation teetered on the edge, never crashing into full climax, or retreating in tired abandonment. Still, the little machine kept buzzing at her insides ceaselessly. Where the hell is he and how long is he going to make me suffer like this? Her clitoris ached to be stimulated. She gyrated her hips against the bed, trying to change the angle, even just a little. Relief was just beyond her reach. It was so maddening. So deliciously, frustratingly maddening. Just when she was about to scream out to him ("Master! I give. I give. Please!"), she heard the door open again. "You must be all hot and ready for me by now, Slave." "Yes, Master, I'm completely ready." "Don't try to sound like the coy concubine. Go ahead. Tell me what you want. Let me hear you say it, Slave." He unfastened the restraints around her wrists. "Make love to me now," she whispered. "Say it so your Master can hear you. And don't try to be polite about it." He freed her legs from their bonds. Then he removed the impostor penis. "Fuck me." She said it plainly. "Fuck me now, Master. I've got to feel your cock inside me." There was no shame in her voice. There was no embarrassment. He had stripped her down to the essence of her sexual being. She was a slut, but without any of the connotations of the word, and she loved it. It was the freest moment of her life. He helped her to her hands and knees. This was one of her favorite positions because she could feel him thrust deeper into her. He positioned the head of his cock at the gash between her legs. Reaching back she guided him into her where he slid into the hilt with one easy stroke. He feels huge inside me! He must be incredibly turned on. She pushed her hips back to meet his slow, strong strokes. He grabbed her hips and began to shove into her more forcefully. She could feel the beginnings of a rising climax, but knew that she might not get off with him just smashing his desperate cock into her pussy. She reached down between her legs and found her clitoris. She fingered herself as he continued to pound into her. The sound of their coupling, the wet smacking sounds, the vocal grunts and groans, almost covered the mechanical buzz of the vibrator. Then she felt the tip of it again, this time tickling at her ass. They stopped their ferocious fucking for a minute. Without a word, he slowly circled the tiny rim of her rectum. She considered it for a brief moment, but she was too well on her way at this point. Hell, she thought, so now' I'll find out what it's like to have TWO guys fucking me. With that she gave her silent consent and pushed her hips back against the dildo. It was still slick with her juices and because of its junior size it slipped easily into her tiny hole. The gentle humming was like a low level electrical shock around her ass. He could feel the buzz in the base of his cock which was buried to the hilt in her cunt. Slowly he nudged it further into her ass. With each inch that disappeared inside her, her resistance waned and she relaxed back on to the intruder. In a few minutes she could feel the two cocks planted in her, separated by just a thin membrane. "Tell me how that is for you, Slave. How does it feel to have two cocks in your body." She had never felt so filled, or so fulfilled as she did in that moment. "It's wonderful. It's like nothing I could have ever imagined. I want to feel both of you come inside me (even though she knew that could never happen.)" Then he began to rock back and forth in her pussy. Slowly increasing the tempo, he was sawing in and out of her. The electric cock continued to buzz in her behind sending little electric shock waves rippling through her mid-section. She put her finger back on her clit and began to circle it quickly. He could feel his own climax building just above his balls. But he wanted to hold out a little longer. He slowed his own rhythm while he pulled the vibrator out and then slid it easily back in. Then he watched the muscles in her back tense and she pumped herself back and forth on his erection while her orgasm consumed her entire body. With that, he relaxed and flooded her insides with his own pent-up stream of satisfaction. They lay down, he still inside her, as her muscles twitched and grasped at his softening penis. * * * * * * * * * * * * He clicked the "stop" button on the remote control. She looked away from the television, back at him laying there on his side. He reached up and squeezed her breast as he slowly pushed his erection all the way into her. She luxuriated for a moment in the feeling of him inside her. "That was very inventive of you. When I heard that door close I was really sure you had left me there tied up with that dildo going in my pussy. I was so into the feeling of it, it never occurred to me that you were still in the room. Much less with a video camera wandering around getting all those different shots of me. Seeing myself on the video like that was an incredible turn-on! I just wish somebody could have gotten some better shots as you fucked me from behind with that thing up my ass." With that, she rolled him over on his back and straddled him, pointing his cock up into her wet pussy. She rode him up and down while she squeezed her breasts and tugged at her nipples, closing her eyes in satisfaction. Then leaning over, her full weight on him, she whispered in his ear, "Just remember. Next time it's my turn. Slave."